Lion Head Mesa flax [m]

no wonder he was so pleased.
ramesses had shown a love for women (and for men, which admittedly satsu chose to ignore); she thought he loved the be adored, but there was something else beneath his gaze as he spoke of qiao.
when does she return?
satsu hums to herself softly, feigning indifference, looking at her spread toes as if she'd just painted them.
perhaps she can revive my appetite.